" Ah—yeah. You're a lucky man. Your wife is quite a knock-out." Thank you, sir." Yeah, I bet you get it on every night, don't you." He swept his han... over his crotch and rubbed it.Jim didn't know how to answer that, so he said, "Well, no—not every night."His boss sprawled in the leather chair. He was in his forties, bald on top, and portly. He suddenly said: "When are you going to invite me to your home?"Jim blinked. "Well, sir, I—well, whenever." Make it this weekend," his boss said."Yes, sir,. Com biz and now retierd. my name is Jack but from the moulment we met sissy called me her Daddy. the fucked up thing was she refused to spend a dime of my money all she wanted to do was baby me and treat me like a child. When she moved in with me she told me she was quiting her job and would be taking care of me full time, I didn't know what that ment then but I learned fast.....This little girl was a freak.The first clue was when I went to take a piss, she would follow me into the bath room. At the time, it was just the difference in our bodies, not what the difference meant. Funny thing though, I have known more than a few women in my life, but none have been as stunning to me as you.”She laughed and replied, “I just remember your teensy little pecker back then, and how I was able to see how it grew as we kept getting naked along the way.” Thinking for a bit she continued, “Are you ever bothered by what we have done along the way and are doing now?”“Funny that you should mention. Debra then picked up her very revealing dress and slipped it on.“Come to my apartment when Mr. Holland is through with you,” Tomas told Debra.The beautiful divorcee slowly walked out of the apartment.“What is your opinion of your sister?” Tomas asked Holly.“This is just all a shock to her now. She’ll be fine,” Holly replied.“We’ll see,” Tomas remarked.Debra reluctantly knocked on the door of Room 8. A well-dressed man in his fifties opened the door.“Mr. Holland?” Debra nervously asked.“Yes..